LoversI'll get your paper,But you have to write your words.I'll be the voice to wake you in the morningIf your's is the one to lull me to sleep.I'll wipe the tears from your eyesBut only if you hold me tight when I cry.I'll pick you a flowerIf you promise to smell it.I'll turn the page,But then you have to read it.I'll be your prisonerIf you can walk free.I'll love youBut only when you love me back.
He's a sneak, that oneCreeping at sunsetWas the fearI'm always able to recognize.Trickling from the sunWas the despairI saw in everyone.Stealing at sunsetWas the calming breathOf Death.Splashing from the moonWas the quietThat had come too soon.
Bite the bulletSlipping upTripping downStuttering over words never saidBelieving in things never thereStare into haunted eyesAnd go down swingingJust bite the bullet.
l o v e - s t o r yLonging killsLove rebuildsHappiness disappointsAnger pinpointsLust destroysSad annoysTolerance wearsDepression flaresAnd emotions tear us apart.
StereotypeSo what if I wear black?Maybe it's my favorite color.So what if I have my hood up?Maybe I like it like that.So what if I like to draw?Maybe I'm just artistic.So what if I'm quiet?Maybe I like the silence.So what if I doodle poetry?Maybe I just like to write.So will you stop labeling meAs a stereotype?
RosesIt seems to always be meThat happens to handle roses carelesslyAnd get pricked by the thornsRight in the line down my heart. They always hurt, no matter how small.